> Shrug.
> "Well, it is none of my business. Farewell."
> Exit the shop and head back toward the Buddhist Temple.
>You exit the shop, and note a distinctive blue-haired figure in pinks and blacks a couple blocks down the way in the opposite direction, running as fast as she can with her skirts hiked up. This is not, in the end, particularly fast.
>Heading toward the temple, you find it is quiet at the moment. Murasa is sitting on the front steps with a piece of wood and a whittling knife in hand. "Afternoon," she says.
>_